my knights

The frogs and their awkward high school phases

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Dex: He was a sad emo boy. Without question. if asked though he’d say he was punk but…no. All you need to do is just picture the awkwardest, lankiest fourteen year old with an oversized black hand me down tee with super bright ginger hair and there ya go: teen dex. I have so much more to say here.

  •  he wrote angry song lyrics all over the knock off converse his mom paid good money for. She’s very disappointed in you William thats so irresponsible. 
    • also: wrote song lyrics and little emo symbols all over his arms with sharpie whenever he got bored in school. You’re poisoning your blood billy your mother is concerned
  • Wore heavy wool beanies all the time. Like even in the summer. He did it to cover his hair and the tips of his ears because he didn’t think red hair and big ears were punk and he was embarrassed.
  • keep in mind that dex was an active hockey player during this time. Was probably the captain of high school team and everything, but that didn’t stop him from getting chirped to hell for showing up to practice with his nails painted black from the polish he borrowed/stole from his cousin. 
    • Not to mention that one time that his goalie found a super embarrassing picture of dex from when he was first starting to come out of his emo little shell. For a full month his nickname was guyliner.
  • His older brother thought that Dex’s emo/punk phase was the funniest thing ever. He’s make fun of Dex for it all the time. This lead to several instances where Dex would yell ‘it’s not a phase!’ ‘no one understands me’ etc and then he’d lock himself in his room for an hour and blasted bad punk music from the 70s. 
  • Whenever he raised enough money to pay for something hockey or school related, hed buy it, but he’d always get a little sad after the purchase bc he really wanted to save up to get an eyebrow piercing one day
  • One good thing came out of this emo phase though! he learned to play guitar and he got really good. He also tried to start a garage band, but he didn’t have the social skills to acquire member for that said band. To this day he often daydreams about how awesome this band would have been.  CHOWDWR AND NURSEY BELOW >>

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My first year at EU was interesting to say the least. I learned the secret behind the many strange traditions early on. I learned of you within the first month. I went from shock at your discovery to fascination. Then to fear and loathing as I saw what you would do.

I didn’t let that get in the way of my schooling. I was majoring in Conservation Biology, so you left me be. I was protecting your places, after all. The fact that I wasn’t doing it for you didn’t matter. I could feel you watching me as I knitted in the common rooms or worked on my book in the food court, and I could hear the baying of the hounds and the cries of the hunt some nights. But you left me be, and so I carried on. I took the normal precautions, of course, and a few of my own. Vervain in the window-box, iron wire on the bedposts, iron charms for wrist and neck, iron symbols on the walls of my dorm. A pair of iron knives beneath my mattress, salt packs in my pockets when I walked alone, especially at night, shampoo made with rowan, lotion of hazel. I fed the crows, read them poetry, talked to them about how my semester was going. I gave them trinkets, and their favorite foods. I grew popular with them. Far more than I was with the other students. And for the most part, my first year at EU was uneventful. No, the first year

went fine. It was my sophomore year that things got bad. It was an active year, my RA told me. Kidnappings were frequent. You took many, and kept them for a long time. Several were never returned. The faculty started pushing more precautionary measures, warned us all to be careful, though many never learned what they were being careful of. I was safe, though. I was cautious, I was an ally of the crows, I had little to fear. But not all were so lucky.

It was midway through the first semester when you took something of mine.

I say mine. She was everyones.The most personable, gentle, kind person I knew. One of few I would really call friend. But she was in the choir, and could play the flute with skill, and you took her for yourselves. Everyone who knew her was upset, but musicians and singers are the ones most often returned unharmed, so we waited. I waited. For two weeks, when It finally became obvious that you had no intention of giving her back. And I knew rage, and I would make it felt.

I made a pair of goggles from silver wire and mood rings, sewed iron charms into my clothes, and I wove iron wire and heavy yarn into a helm, made iron rings for my fingers. I spoke to members of the chemistry department, who told me of the war they had fought in the 80’s to get back their professor. Burning iron and sprays of silver had taught you that not everyone would suffer your depredations, and if you would not give her back I would do the same. I had no desire to bargain, because a bargain would have implied you had some right to take what you did. Several others came with me science majors all, and we entered your world, and we demanded you return what was ours. You laughed until the iron knives came out, and you hissed when we reminded you of the iron that blazes hot and bright as the sun. You gave her back, unwillingly, but without violence. You promised there would be a price, and I promised you that if you tried to take something of mine that I would burn you all.

Now, I am a 5th year working on my masters. There is peace between us. I still take my precautions, but I set out offerings for you some nights. I have drunk with you, made bets and won, given and received favors; given gifts. But you remember that what I give you must be given freely or won, and that you do not take what is mine. You know who is responsible for the ring of five rowans in the middle of campus, who gives out iron charms to the freshmen, who has the protection of the crows. You know that while your activities are tolerated, there are lines you would be very very wise to not cross.

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crawlingwithlove  asked:

For some reason I see Marta as being really proud of her thighs (which is why she doesn't wear pantyhose or knee highs or whatever and chooses to wear her fancy garterbelts that just expose portions of her thighs) and I could imagine her trying to get Emil to pay attention to her by emphasising her thighs (but in a subtle manner) and Emil just being super confused like "what??? what are you talking about marta????? why are you saying these weird things????????" lol...

This turned out a lot more innocent hahah;; But YES I LIKE THIS HEADCANON A LOT?????

NOMI SUNRIDER, Y’ALL!!

So I’ve had this one sitting around for I think three years now after finishing it for SDCC one year and proceeding to get only one picture of me in it, behind a table.  So when my local Jedi Temple arranged a Jedi themed photoshoot, I decided to bring this one back out!

It was actually a surprising confidence booster for me; I gained a lot of weight when I started working at DreamWorks (first world problems: they feed us two free meals a day, I was warned about the weight gain when I was hired), and for a while none of my old costumes fit me at all.  This one still needed a little tweaking, but overall I love it and feel great wearing it, which I was not necessarily expecting in a midriff dress.

BONUS PICTURE: these badass mofos, my temple-mates, my fellow nerds.

Many more photos will follow, but good times were had today. :D

anonymous asked:

Any good quadrants for a Knight of Heart?

I’ve already done them but here ya go!

Matesprit-Witch of Hope
I feel like they would make an adorable couple!!! The Witch would sort of act as the Knights life coach, egging them on whenever they feel useless or insecure. The Knight is compassionate and thinks they don’t show enough emotion so they would shower the Witch with affection

Moirail- Mage of Blood Kismesis- Thief of Mind